Track 2 (1960–1975): "Silver Screen Surveillance"

"Everybody wants to be a star..."

"Smile, baby, they’re watching…"

Welcome citizens to the land of the free,

Kennedy smiles on black-and-white TV.

Russians playing hide and seek with missiles in the bay,

Fear is freedom—let’s enjoy another sunny day.

The button’s red, the coffee’s black,

CIA whispers secrets, taps into your chat.

While Timothy Leary drops acid tabs on the floor,

He’s dancing in enlightenment, but Hoover wants more.

"You’re famous now,

Smile on TV screens.

Madame Hollywood says,

Keep your secrets clean."

Welcome to your silver screen dream,

Where pleasure’s control, and power’s obscene.

Lust for war, desire unseen,

Just another take—

In a surveillance scene.

“I’m watching you, you’re watching me,

Everybody wants their privacy—

But nothing’s free,

In silver screen democracy.”

Leary says "turn on,"

Feds say "tune in,"

Hendrix on fire, FBI tuning in.

Love’s illegal now, the state’s upset,

Counterculture stars,

Are dancing threats.

Acid visions, peace through LSD,

Hoover's sweating, files marked "Enemy."

Body politic, desires obscene,

Madame Hollywood whispers,

"Stay behind the screen."

"I've got eyes on you, superstar."

"Smile wide, show them who you are."

"Everything for sale, even your dreams."

"How much for privacy? It’s not what it seems."

"Everybody wants to be a star..."

"Smile, darling, war’s good for your image."

"Sleep tight, America..."

"You’re famous now. They’re watching, always watching."